We are over half way through May, and it is Market season. The Pier Street Farmers Market runs every Sunday from May to September. I’m there almost every week.
There are also a lot of other markets coming up – spirit fairs, and metaphysical markets. In past years, I’ve chased these other events, spending all of my weekends attempting to earn as much extra cash as I could.
This year, I’m taking a break. Sort of. I’m choosing to vend at fewer events. I am finally valuing my rest, and down time.
The last few weeks, I’ve sat watching… anything… while I cross stitch. Or I read. I don’t play games on my phone anymore, since I deleted them all a couple of months ago. But I am not being productive.
There’s a part of me that feels guilty. There’s a lot of things I could be doing, things I would like to work on, even things I am obligated to complete. And still I choose to rest.
I could tell stories and say that I’ve worked hard, and I deserve a break. Or that there’s a lot of work on the horizon for me, and I will need my strength. Both of which are probably true. I could also say that I’m lazy and unmotivated. Which also bears a grain of truth. I’m getting tired. I don’t bounce back quite as easily as I used to.
I’ll get it back – the over-achieving drive, the motivation and productivity. For now though, I’m taking it easy. Which means markets on Sundays only.
Blessings,
Mary